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Blackbird Singing; [ Songbird ]
Topic Started: May 1 2013, 01:25 AM (347 Views)
Roberto da Costa (Old)
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March 9th (directly after Showtime)
Mutant Town Neighborhoods
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It had been a while since Roberto had felt this free and this young. With the disappearances that had marred his days, he found the burden of guilt and uselessness grow heavier and heavier. His cross was mental, but he bore it all the same with the localized fanatical dedication befitting of a martyr, not allowing himself one second of respite, one moment of levity out of some twisted sense of honor. How dare he laugh, while Amara was out there, lost in the world? Who was he to smile when he had allowed Martinique to slip through his fingers? He was ineffectual as a hero, and downright negligent as a friend. He deserved to feel bad.

But tonight? Tonight…he was willing to let that all go.

There was something about the concert that had begun with Jay’s surprisingly not-horrible performance. A strange sort of energetic hum that entered his ears and seeped into his blood stream, revitalizing him. Or perhaps it had been the excellent company he had lucked into keeping with Melissa, or the electrifying performance of Dazzler herself. He didn’t know. But what he did know is that he felt light and happy for the first time in ages. Light and happy and reckless.

She seemed to be enjoying his company too, enough to agree when he suggested they make their leave. Enough to agree when he suggested finding them a liquor store to stock up on supplies. Enough to follow him into Mutant Town on foot, as he strode, oddly hyperactive and filled with energy, in search of nothing in particular.

It was on this random saunter that they found a newly abandoned warehouse by the wharf. The entire sea-wards wall had been ripped apart, torn asunder by the New Years attack, which made the once thriving distribution warehouse less than useless…but utterly fascinating to explore. Vast, empty, and decrepit, there was a certain somber beauty to the old wooden place. A beauty that Roberto couldn’t help but appreciate, particularly now that it was illuminated by the bright and splintered moonlight.

“Huh. Will ya look at that,” Roberto commented, his voice low and almost reverential as he looked over the ocean to the sky above, streaked with pockets and flicks of white stars. He was sitting at the edge of the floor, his feet dangling precariously over. Below them, waves crashed over wooden ruins.

“It’s real pretty, isn’t it?”
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The evening couldn't have been much more perfect so far. Truth be told, she wasn't really a hard person to please. Spending time in jail and growing up with shit parents and boyfriends had a way of lowering your expectations on life. All of that was before Spiral, too. Perhaps she should have been more fucked up in the head? Perhaps she was just more fucked up in the head than she liked to think she was. But days like today reminded her of when she was younger, happy and with nothing to care about.

As Roberto walked to the edge of the rubble and took a seat to look out at the Hudson River, and further out, the bay that led out to the ocean, Melissa remained standing in order to walk around the old building and look it over. She held a small bottle of strawberry liquor in her left hand, occasionally taking a sip upon it as she had done since they had gotten it at the liquor store. At the concert, she had gotten a bit fucked up. Between the music, the weed, and the beer, she had acted a bit more of a fool than usual. But now, most of that had worn off and she kept a tipsy buzz alive by sipping on the liquor.

She was having a sullen moment as Roberto sat on the edge. The thoughts of Spiral, her mother and father, and her time in jail were attempting to throw off her mood. Thankfully, Roberto didn't let her linger on those thoughts for long, and his voice came to her, beckoning her over to join him. A smile came to her face as she looked his way and then she realized that her cheeks hurt from smiling so much this evening. It was unlike her to be in such a joyous mood... but there was just something about that concert.

“What is it?” Songbird asked, walking over to join him. She took a seat next to him and drew her legs up so that she sat indian style. Reaching out with her right arm, she laced it under his left and scooted closer to him, moving slightly behind him as she leaned over so that she could place her chin upon his shoulder. She looked out over the water as he did, enjoying the view. For once, the waters around New York appeared to be peaceful, and a cool breeze moved inwards towards them, the fresh air blowing away any pollutants that normally inhabited the city's air. It was a moment, to say the least. She had very few of these types of moments, but two of them had involved Roberto thus far.

Turning her head slightly while still resting her chin on his shoulder, looking at him as he looked out towards the water. She still barely knew him. But here she was, alone with him in a place that was as secluded as possible within a city like New York. Above all else, she trusted him. Maybe it was because he was an X-man... but she felt safe. She felt as if she was able to let her guard down, which was something she didn't feel even with her own team. Somehow she knew that if something happened, right this very moment, that Roberto would stand and face it... even if it was Spiral.

“It is very beautiful,” Mel said quietly, still looking at him. “Not very often that we have a chance to sit back and enjoy the view,” she remarked, knowing both of their lives were filled with excitement... both wanted and unwanted. “I still can't believe that this city has taken so much punishment and still stands as strong as it does.”

She removed her head for a moment to take another drink of her liquor, then set the bottle down next to her. Putting her other arm over him, she set her cheek on his shoulder this time, holding his arm as she looked out into the bay.

“Do you think we'll survive all of this?” she asked, sounding doubtful.
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Roberto stood silent sentinel as Melissa rested against him, comfortable enough with the young woman to allow her to move and touch him without suspicion. Technically, she was a stranger. He knew very little about her beyond her name, and the bits that he did know due to her open disclosure wasn’t exactly in her favor…and yet, he wasn’t concerned. The Brazilian liked to pride himself as being an excellent judge of character. Or perhaps he was simply that foolish, simply that comfortable with himself and his ability to defend himself.

Either way, the result was the same; his trust was given openly to Songbird, and this much was reflected in his interaction with her. He canted his head to the side slightly, a smile spreading across his lips as he peered to the young woman. A smile that turned wry in response to the subject of conversation.

“Yeah, well – you know New Yorkers. Stubborn as all hell – so I guess it makes sense that the city would be stupidly bullish too. It’s a tough little town. I’m not sure if anything could really put a dent in it.” He was sure there were plenty of things that could, literally, eliminate New York City. But he refused to conceive of them; he refused to entertain it even for a moment. He wouldn’t allow the city to fall, not while he stood breathing.

She pulled away from him to capture another swig of her alcohol, but when she returned it was in a considerably more snug configuration. He paused, if only for a moment, before adjusting to her foreign presence within his personal bubble and relaxing against her. Almost surreptitiously, his hand sought out hers so that he could thread their fingers together in a hold.

“Do I think we’ll survive…” he murmured under his breath, offering the hand he had just captured a supportive squeeze. “What kind of question is that? Mel, look at me.” He looked to her, brows arched, but with a confident smile. He didn’t feel nearly as sure about himself, about the situation as he implied, but voicing such doubts and lack of conviction had never been his style. The mutants – the world – was being run through the ringer. They were held hostage by the whims of madmen, manipulated and played with like toys. Forced to turn against themselves by their enemies. No, they didn’t need anymore doubt- they had enough going against them as it was.

What they needed was faith.

“We’re the mother-fuckin’ good guys, Mel,” he decreed to her, suddenly animated and passionate. “And, yeah, we’re a little bruised and banged up. Yeah, things aren’t looking so hot. But you know what? We’re going to win because that’s what we do! We’ll win because we have no other choice, because we have to!” He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for some glimpse of something unknown even to him. “So do I think we’ll survive? Fuck yeah we will, beautiful. ”
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Roberto took her hand and told her to look at him. Removing her cheek from his shoulder enough to do so, she looked into the young man's eyes and listened as he proclaimed that they were going to survive and that they were going to win this in the end. It brought a small smile to her face and she nodded as he spoke, but inwardly she still held onto her doubts. She didn't know all that he had been through so far, but she had seen the power of Spiral, and she knew that Spiral was not alone. There was also Namor, Exodus, Omega Red, and probably others that she had yet to learn about.

But still, Melissa returned the squeeze of her hand with a squeeze of her own, Roberto providing her with what she wanted and needed to hear. Looking back into his eyes, which was something that was usually uncomfortable for people to do at such a close proximity and for any length of time, Songbird would show him that she was necessarily afraid by all of this. There was no tears or any true worry, yet the doubt was there. Honestly, she could die tomorrow and she wouldn't be too concerned with that knowledge. All of her family and friends could die as well, and for some reason, that deep care had been removed. But somehow she still felt that link with Roberto from that moment that they had shared together in the cab. That felt so long ago, and so much had changed for her since then, but it was one of the more fresh memories that she had in her mind. And here he was with her, again.

“Winning is not what I'm worried about,” Mel said quietly, looking away from him and setting her head back on his shoulder. “There is no doubt that people more powerful than you and I will set things straight... Apocalypse failed. The Skrulls failed. So winning is in your blood. But I don't really know much besides failing. I...” she paused for a moment, not really wanting to reveal too much about the kind of loser that she was. After all, that would be a great way to run him off quick. “I couldn't even defend myself against Spiral when she came for me.”

Mel raised her head again, eyes shifting over to him.

“But I think she changed me somehow. It's like... after all she put me through, I feel numb to everything. Even dying... I just don't give a fuck about it, though I know I should,” Songbird said, her hand moving within his. She looked down towards her lap. “You probably think I'm crazy for saying this. But everything feels numb except this... right now. The past doesn't matter... the future doesn't matter... just right now is all I feel.”

Melissa really had little idea about what she was saying. It was one of those drunken moments, where a person sits around with a close friend or someone who will listen, and just spill their guts in a drunken speech. It made all the sense in the world, what she was saying. However, if she listened to herself tomorrow she might not remember saying all of this.

“So I'm not a hero like you, I guess,” Mel said, looking back into his eyes again. She admired him, she really did. Everything she had learned about him, either from him or from her friends at XFI, made him seem like the greatest guy in the world. “Because I don't always do what is right... I just want to do what feels right at the moment. And right now...”

Songbird tilted her head slightly, telegraphing her intentions before she ever closed the small gap between their lips. She leaned into him further, kissing Roberto on the lips briefly. Then she gave him that space between them again, however small of a space that was.

“That's what feels right.”
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This was a mentality that was unfamiliar with the young Brazilian. Competition had marked every aspect of his life from its inception. His father had always encouraged him to view life in terms of a contest – to strive for top billing in all that he did, and even in the wake of the old man’s death, his teachings remained ingrained within the very fabric of Roberto’s being. So the confusion on his face when she admitted to not being concerned with ‘winning’ was palpable. He peered to her, politely vexed, as he listened to her candid words in respectful silence.

But he couldn’t stifle the nose of protest when she mentioned not being able to defend herself like it was something Spiral. “Oh, c’mon, Mel…Spiral’s a global terrorist, not some handsy jock. That’s not failure. She’s…a basketcase, and way up there on the list of scary people.” He said, attempting to bolster some sense of pride in the woman, before falling quiet as she took the opportunity to explain what had happened while she was kidnapped.

The words were frightening, in some respects. That level of disconnect, that level of complete apathy towards life and death could never be a good sign. His brows knotted together with concern, his thumb stroking the back of her palm as he watched her carefully, and all the while he couldn’t help but wonder what could have happened to her to get her to this point. And whether or not, somewhere, Amara was suffering the same fate.

Slowly, he licked his lips, willing the concern for his childhood friend away. There was nothing more he could do about that. He had spent months fastidiously mining all of his personal and professional resources for hints of her, months angsting over her disappearance. But not tonight. He was tired of being miserable. “I…think I know what you’re talking about,” he began hesitantly, acutely feeling how close she was, and the strength of the strange bond he already felt he shared with her. “Like everything else is just some fuzzy dream, and this is what’s real…”

No doubt their discussion was altogether inconsequential, but for the moment it felt like the most honest and genuine moment he had ever had with anyone.

She really was gorgeous. He was close enough to admire each individual lash framing her eyes. To revel in the fullness of her lips. And when she leaned in towards him, he met her halfway, his lips brushing against hers in a fleeting caress, before curling into a grin.

He released hold of her hand in favor of cupping the side of her cheek so that he could hold her in place as he consumed the distance between the two of them once again. This kiss was different than the probing, cautious test of before. This time, Roberto was firm and confident, devoid of the hesitance that accompanied the unfamiliar. This time, he was lingering.

When he pulled back, he fixed the woman with a playful stare. “Well…who’s to say what’s right and what’s feels right isn’t one in the same? Maybe we should…y’know. Test it out some more.”
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It should not have come as a surprise to her that he seemed to not only appreciate the kiss, but that he returned it with his own. The second one felt as if he were wholly in control, with him holding her in place with the hand upon her cheek. Melissa simply closed her eyes and let it happen, another beautiful moment in her life that she would remember for a while. These types of things seemed to occur less and less lately, so she cherished them when they did.

When he pulled away from her, she smiled back at him, the effects of the kiss lingering within her eyes and showing a desire that she didn't display often. Her eyes, which were usually brown, flared with the pink hue of her mutant powers. She thought she was very strong and she put that front up, especially after some of the shit she had been through. But she couldn't help it when she was with Roberto. She could only think of that first meeting they had and how she had felt then.

“I plan to,” Mel answered him, raising her hand up and running her fingers through his dark curly hair. She didn't usually fall over for guys like this. But Roberto... besides being a hero and an X-man and a host of other things... was really really ridiculously good looking. That wasn't something she was usually drawn to, or at least that is what she told herself. She usually tried to look at the person within. But everything about this felt right, which was very strange since they had only been around each other a short while.

Songbird moved to kiss him again, this time taking the lead as he had just a moment ago. She attempted to put everything else out of her mind. Spiral. The Illuminati. The attacks on heroes around the globe. The war that was no doubt coming because of all these things. Instead, Melissa focused on the moment at hand, as she had claimed to do, and tried to enjoy this moment with Roberto De Costa. Reaching across him, she put a hand on either of his shoulders and then moved to sit on his lap, suddenly feeling the urge to get as close to him as possible.
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God this felt good. It was familiar and yet unique, all at once. Her taste, her touch was unlike any he had ever experienced and he served to only whet his appetite for more. For so long, he had been lost in a spiral of despair and reactionary self-loathing, but with Mel the color seeped back into his life, filtered through her distinctive brand of pink. He was able to put aside the concern and the worry – to lay down the burden from his wearied shoulder and rest.

And boy, what a rest it was.

His lips moved against hers with growing influence and passion, every brush of his mouth to hers stoking a growing fire within him. A second – or was it a minute? – later he found her crawling onto his lap and hugging her arms around his shoulders. It prompted his pulse to spike. His hands wandered, climbing to the apex of her hips, pushing her down firmly against his body without thought; just needing to feel her close to him. At yet it wasn’t enough. He yearned for more.

But just as he was on the verge of losing himself, the spray of the ocean drew him back to earth. He was outside, in an abandoned lot in Mutant Town, with Melissa Gold. With a very hot Melissa Gold, but he was still outside. And as much as the concept enthralled the exhibitionist in him…

Maybe…maybe he needed to compose himself a just a little.

Breathless, he pulled away to look at the young woman. His eyes were darkened and hazy, but she stood out from the background as though she were glowing. “Jesus Christ,” he swore beneath his breath, his lips curled into a boyish grin. Restless hands finally creeped their way beneath the fabric of her shirt to settle, circumspect, upon the flesh of her waist. “You’re a fucking good kisser.”
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The spray of the ocean snapped her out of it just as it had Roberto with a few cold droplets landing on her back. It caused a shiver to run up her spine and she returned the smile he gave her with one of her own. When he said that she was a good kisser, Melissa laughed and looked down towards his chest. Just like him, she couldn't help but to remember where they were. It wasn't exactly a private spot and anyone could walk up on them. She lacked the private spot that they needed. If she were to take Roberto back to Brownstone, there would be several people to bother them between the front door and her room.

“That's not the only thing I'm good at,” Songbird said after a moment, her eyes looking up to his as he put his hands on her skin. Mel suddenly shifted as if uncomfortable, as Roberto's hands wandered over one of the scars on her back that had been caused by a police officer's bullet as it had exited her back. She reached down to both of his hands and removed them, holding them within her own for a moment. “But this isn't the place for it,” she said, seeming to sober quickly before getting up off of him and standing.

Still cold from the spray of water, and those gentle mists that were continuing to follow them as the tide came in, Songbird crossed her arms over her stomach and stepped right up to the edge of the broken floor next to where Roberto sat. She looked out towards the water for a moment, but then turned her head down to him. She silently hoped that the feeling they had just had together wasn't a one moment thing. It would do her good to feel that again and again. Even with this thought, her smile faded a bit and she returned her eyes to the horizon.

She hadn't been close to anyone like that in years. Micheal had been the last one that she had really been with, in any way, and the hold he had on her and the results of that had effected her for years. Then came jail. Then SHIELD and the Thunderbolts. Everything was a blur, after that night the police killed Mike and had shot her. Not that they didn't deserve what they got... but the memory was still there. It was like having an unclosed chapter in her life, the way things suddenly ended. She wasn't able to attend the funeral of Mike or any of her other friends that were killed that day, due to being between the hospital and prison.

The wind picked up a bit and Melissa raised a hand up to remove the hair that blew over her face. It broke her thoughts enough to allow her to look down at Roberto again. His smile was enough to make her push those types of feelings aside. She gave him a grin.

“I like you, Roberto De Costa,” she said, her voice sounding very pleasing to the ear. It was a benefit of sound manipulation, though she was not attempting to alter Roberto's thoughts or feelings towards her. She just wanted him to know that she meant it. “But we shouldn't go so fast. That's never good for anyone, I think.”

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Her words and her actions weren’t matching up. Her murmur sent a shock of electricity down his spine, a jolt of desire that prompted him to think with an organ that wasn’t exactly located in his skull, but the sudden stiffening of her form against him was enough to effectively waylay any wishful thinking on his part. She gently removed his hands from her, pulling away, and it left Roberto blinking in confusion, looking a little mortified.

“I’m sorry,” he told her quickly, not wanting her to be out of sorts with him. “I didn’t mean to- they just have a mind of their own, really.” But he would fix this. Showing her both palms, he made a show of sitting upon his hands to punish them for daring to touch Mel. He never meant to push her, and he certainly never meant to make her uncomfortable. That was the opposite of what he wanted her to feel.

For one uncertain moment, he stared at her. She seemed to have gone to a deep place, contemplative and sober. He wondered if he had somehow screwed this – whatever this was – up before it even got a chance to start. But then she turned to him and grinned, and the relief he tasted was practically palpable. Her smile was infectious; it was impossible for him not to return. Especially when coupled with the declaration that she liked him. He felt pleased, oh so pleased. Even if she followed it up with a ‘lets slow down’ speech.

“I like you too, Mel. And…you’re right. I’m not…used to this. This kind of stuff. I know myself – I know how I’ll forget, so if I ever do something that makes you feel uncomfortable or anything…just lemme know, alright? I’ll try to be good anyways, but…well, I’m kind of used to being bad.” He admitted sheepishly, brows knotting in concentration.

He looked to her, weighing the severity of the moment, before breaking out into a boyish grin. He didn’t want their night to end on a serious note – he didn’t want their night to be anything less than amazing. “…But the real question’s going to be can you keep your hands off me. I dunno if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of irresistible.” He goaded, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he rose from the floor he had been sitting on so that he could stand before her, face but millimeters away from hers.
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“It's alright,” Mel said, not looking at him while she inched her way up to the very edge of the floor where it dropped off into the dark water below. A piece of the floor broke off with her weight, but she was able to lift her foot and avoid falling. She watched the wood tumble down into the water and make a small splash. Then she looked back to Roberto again.

“You didn't do anything wrong. Believe it or not, I haven't been touched like that in a long while,” she said, then grinned. “And I missed it. I've just got a lot of scars... physically and emotionally from a while back. This ink covers up more than just my skin in some places.” Melissa lifted her hand up to Roberto's face again and touched him on the cheek. She nodded in agreement, knowing full well that he was irresistible. In reply to that she leaned forward into him, standing on her toes a little bit, and kissed him once more.

“That's enough for one night though,” Songbird continued, holding close to him for only a moment longer before putting a hand on his chest and pushing herself gently away. “You've given me plenty to think about... but one thing is for sure. I want to see you again very soon. Maybe you can come by Brownstone, or I can come to the school. Whatever it is... we need to do it soon,” she said, then rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. It was at herself, because she really couldn't stay away from him. Stepping into him once again, she placed yet another kissed on his lips, raising both arms up in order to drape the over his shoulders and around the back of his neck.

She had to go, though. For one, she couldn't let this happen here. For two, she couldn't let it happen so fast, even though she wanted it to. If she stayed, she would be able to resist it though. So the choice was easy and that was to flee back to Brownstone and leave Roberto wanting more, leave herself wanting more, and hopefully keeping that kind of appeal between them a bit longer. Though she could only imagine the appeal they would have for each other after wards... No, leave. Breaking the kiss once more, she took several steps back from him and then nodded to him.

“I will see you soon, Robbie,” Mel said, the words springing to life around her in the shape of solid sound. The pink energies from the words weren't quite enough, so she turned her head away from him and sang out a single note, the sound becoming visible in a similar way to breath being visible in the cold. Two wings took shape upon her back. They were not highly detailed, they looked more like thick streaks of lightning. But they fluttered a few times in an odd fashion that seemed normal to Melissa, then she turned towards the edge again. “Much sooner than the last time we parted ways, I hope.”

Songbird then stepped off and fell a few feet before her wings caught her. In a similar fashion to Banshee and Siryn, Songbird shouted towards the ground and propelled herself upwards. Unlike them, the solid sound wings flapped with some force behind them, catching the wind and lifting her higher on the drafts coming from the city. She circled in the air once to look back down towards him, her glowing wings and white hair all that was visible in the night sky, and then she turned and streaked through the air towards Brownstone.

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